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That Which Will Never Die

God saw that it was not good for man not to live a solitary life. He created a companion. Then came families. Then came tribes. Then came nations. Then came church.

As a child, we would address people at church as “Brother” or “Sister”. Not so much anymore. It sounds arcane, and maybe a little “cultist” to younger folks.

But even with our children grown and gone, my wife and I are not alone.

Memories become your companion.

We warm at the hearth of memories.

Every nick in the furniture has a memory attached. Memories of Friday night football games, of bedside vigils, of cats and dogs, of arguments, of celebrations, of Sunday pot roast, of giggles in the night, of spelling tests and term papers, of braces and bloody knees and teenage broken hearts, of egg hunts and Christmas stockings--- all these memories and the thousand other things that comprise life in a family--- fill our hearts and keep us company.

I love the quote from the classic book and movie HOW GREEN WAS MY VALLEY of the young man looking back on the memories of his Welsh childhood:

“Men like my father do not die. They are with me still, real in memory as they were in the flesh, loving and beloved forever. How green was my valley then….”

Precious memories do indeed linger and flood our souls. Our valley stays lush and green with memory. Memory becomes our cherished traveling companion.

1 Response

  1. I am grateful for your well written words of wisdom. They brought me much comfort. God bless you!

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